This day comes to soon, one more life I must consume   One more life I need to gain the freedom that I seek      Led through the tunnels and labyrinths so deep   Prisoners and slaves encircling me   I am but one, one of the same   When the sun sets this all shall change      We who are about to die, we salute you   We who are about to die, we salute you      Five men in, one leaves   Today there will be no mercy   Lust for blood grows strong   Not from me but ones watching on      We who are about to die, we salute you   We who are about to die, we salute you      Catching the gleam of a childs glad eye   Cheering and laughing while watching them die   In the arena of death they shall fall   To the delight and enjoyment of all      Verbera strike deaths blow   The last ones my hands shall know   Triumph I have seen another triumph there will not be